On Pearl Harbor Day, 1996, I came home early from work, and within minutes of walking in the door, my sister called with news of our father’s death. After hanging up, the poet Robert Lowell came to mind. A New Englander who spent his life at odds with an old-school father, Lowell once wrote: I struck […]
Notes from a Corner of the Country
It is the most important election of our lives. Or is it?
Choice for governor is really between Mills and Moody